boom.

“Be brave. Even if you’re not, pretend to be. No one can tell the difference. Don’t allow the phone to interrupt important moments. It’s there for your convenience, not the callers. Don’t be afraid to go out on a limb. That’s where the fruit is. Don’t burn bridges. You’ll be surprised how many times you have to cross the same river. Don’t forget, a person’s greatest emotional need is to feel appreciated. Don’t major in minor things. Don’t say you don’t have enough time. You have exactly the same number of hours per day that were given to Pasteur, Michaelangelo, Mother Teresa, Helen Keller, Leonardo Da Vinci, Thomas Jefferson, and Albert Einstein. Don’t spread yourself too thin. Learn to say no politely and quickly. Don’t use time or words carelessly. Neither can be retrieved. Don’t waste time grieving over past mistakes. Learn from them and move on. Every person needs to have their moment in the sun, when they raise their arms in victory, knowing that on this day, at this hour, they were at their very best. Get your priorities straight. No one ever said on his deathbed, ‘Gee, if I’d only spent more time at the office’. Give people a second chance, but not a third. Judge your success by the degree that you’re enjoying peace, health and love. Learn to listen. Opportunity sometimes knocks very softly. Leave everything a little better than you found it. Live your life as an exclamation, not an explanation. Loosen up. Relax. Except for rare life and death matters, nothing is as important as it first seems. Never cut what can be untied. Never overestimate your power to change others. Never underestimate your power to change yourself. Remember that overnight success usually takes about fifteen years. Remember that winners do what losers don’t want to do. Seek opportunity, not security. A boat in harbor is safe, but in time its bottom will rot out. Spend less time worrying who’s right, more time deciding what’s right. Stop blaming others. Take responsibility for every area of your life. Success is getting what you want. Happiness is liking what you get. The importance of winning is not what we get from it, but what we become because of it. When facing a difficult task, act as though it’s impossible to fail.”— Jackson Brown Jr

Mumford & Sons - Believe

the end of the road

The golf season is all but over, and I'm not quite sure how I feel about it yet. I'll miss it, but, at the same time, I really won't. There is only so much one person can take and I am beyond my threshold. I really hate it. Done does not begin to describe my feelings for that place. Four years is plenty long enough for me. I have the numbers of the people I like and I plan on staying in touch with all of them. However, I won't ever go back there. Ever. I'm going to take a week or two and relax, do some artwork, and then start my next job. I need to decompress.

The Clown Situation

I'm going to take a minute and talk about these damned clowns. It's on everyone's mind. I don't care for clowns, nor have I ever. They're creepy. I don't appreciate the fact that they are in existence, yet, here we are, with a freaking clown epidemic sweeping the lands.

I mean... just when I thought 2016 couldn't get any more fucked up... NOW WE HAVE CLOWNS??

Some people are dressing up as clowns just for the fun of it, while some of them are actually evil. Some have knives, people!! KNIVES! SERIOUSLY. There are clowns actually luring children into the woods for God knows what reason. Most of the time, they just pick a spot and stand there-scaring the bejeezus out of whoever happens across them. I am willing to bet that most of these clowns don't have day jobs and have no real relevance in their daily lives at all. They're definitely not normal. What normal person thinks "Hey, I'm gonna put on a clown suit and frighten people"? That has never once crossed my mind. I've thought up some wild shit in my time but I've never once considered fucking with people on that level.

Some people have real clown phobias. Some people, like myself, just... simply hate them. If I see a clown anywhere during my daily activities, shit is gonna hit the fan. If I am driving, and see a clown, I'll do my very best to get to him and beat him with the 7 iron I keep in my trunk. If I see one outside near my house, BETTER YET in my yard, hand on the Bible, I'm going to need bail money. I don't fuck with clowns. You come near me with that clown shit, just be ready to have your ass handed to you. That's all I'm saying.

sunday mornings

Life has been... interesting. Hectic. Quite frankly, I haven't REALLY been in the mood to post anything. Long story short, I got myself worked into a funk, stayed in it for quite some time, and just recently, worked myself out of it. I'm okay now, and I feel like blogging.

I've noticed that I'm getting into funks more often. I don't know why. I'm not depressed. I think it's just that I get overwhelmed with everything and I need to do absolutely nothing for a while (except housework. That has to be done or I WILL lose my shit). I need to vegetate and be absolutely useless... retreat into my shell, as it were. In my defense, I am a Cancer, and crabs do that.

I've come to the conclusion very early on that I can no longer work at the golf course. To sum it up as perfectly as possible, I'm too old for this shit. I really am. I'm 30 years old now and I feel a pull to move on. I need to go. I love the members. I hate the public. The longer I work there, the more amazed I am at just how simple the male species is. I can't deal with it anymore. I have one month left. I'm bummed out, yet relieved. *So very relieved.*  I have a pretty good idea what I'm going to do next. I just need the stars to line up and help me out.  I'll miss it, but it's not like I can't go visit. In fact, I might even swipe some shifts next year. The one big Greek group will want me to come and mix drinks for them. I'm NOT going to let them down.

I just realized how good it feels to be at home on a Sunday morning, with a cup of coffee, doing absolutely nothing. My cats are tearing the room apart. It makes me feel all warm and fuzzy. This is one of the reasons I know I need to do something different with my life. I'm missing everything... these small, simple things. Very rarely do I get weekends off. I need weekends. I need quiet Sunday mornings and coffee. I need my art. I need to write...

...I need my family. I never see them anymore. I should go over this morning but damn, I'm exhausted. I don't want to drive today. Especially not over a mountain. ESPECIALLY in fog. Heavy fog, I might add. Nobody seems to know how to drive anymore anyway. Or they do, and just don't give a fuck anymore. Someone just died on that mountain yesterday because they passed someone in a no passing zone on a curve and hit someone else head on. So because of someone's stupidity, another family is dealing with a family member in critical condition. There is no regard for anyone's life. This world is falling apart. That overwhelms me more than anything.

On a lighter note, it's OCTOBER!! Which means it's basically Halloween AND The Walking Dead is coming back. I'm pumped!

I'm done blathering. I'm going to fiddle with the layout a little.